{"id":48576,"date":"2019-06-22T12:22:31","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:22:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=48576"},"modified":"2019-06-22T12:22:31","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:22:31","slug":"burnout","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/burnout\/","title":{"rendered":"Burnout"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_48427\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-48427\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-48427\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sepehr-ghorbanpoor-1513570-unsplash-1-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sepehr-ghorbanpoor-1513570-unsplash-1-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sepehr-ghorbanpoor-1513570-unsplash-1-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sepehr-ghorbanpoor-1513570-unsplash-1-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sepehr-ghorbanpoor-1513570-unsplash-1-480x320.jpg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-48427\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">image by poetry marathon<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p><em><strong>Exhaustion lingers in my soul.<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>My bones are leaden, my muscles jello<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>My body aches, my minds a troll<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>I\u2019m not even feeling mellow.<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>My eyes they sting, each breath burns<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>I feel my brain begin to quiver<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>I give out, get no returns<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>My entire being starts to shiver.<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>With every thought, I want to scream<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Even speaking is a chore<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>Each tired glance is a bad dream<\/strong><\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong>I give up, I hit the floor.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Exhaustion lingers in my soul. My bones are leaden, my muscles jello My body aches, my minds a troll I\u2019m not even feeling mellow. My eyes they sting, each breath burns I feel my brain begin to quiver I give out, get no returns My&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":976,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48576","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48576","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/976"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=48576"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48576\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48620,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48576\/revisions\/48620"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48576"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=48576"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48576"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}